rise and shine.

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My friend’s balcony is so aesthetically pleasing 🌿💚

Edmond de Goncourt (1822-1896), French writer, literary critic, art critic, book publisher and the founder of the Académie Goncourt.  For much of his life, he collaborated with his brother Jules creating works of art criticism, and subsequently several novels; after the death of Jules he continued to write novels alone.  He bequeathed his entire estate for the foundation and maintenance of the Académie Goncourt.  In honour of his brother and collaborator, Jules de Goncourt, each December since 1903, the Académie awards the Prix Goncourt.  It is the most prestigious prize in French language literature, given to “the best imaginary prose work of the year”.  Marcel Proust, Simone de Beauvoir, Michel Tournier, Marguerite Duras and Romain Gary (who exceptionally won it twice) are among the best-known authors who have won the century-old prize.

     “What is the last thing you remember?” Han asked, trying to keep himself distracted from the physical effort and to make sure he would not slip back to the state of incoherence. “Do you have a car? Is it possible you might have been driving? Are you sure you were alone? Have you been drinking or using some other drugs?” There was a pause. “I’m not going to call the police or anything, unless you want me to, so you can be honest with me.”

He wasn’t offended that the other asked if he’d been using drugs. “No drugs.. no drinking. Just sleeping...” He mumbled, “sleep-walking.” He had to correct himself because he’d made it a long ways down the shore while asleep. “I remember being sleepy when I was laying on the beach... and then I was here.”

Oh well. Once the drinks were finished (she got a simple vanilla latte), she made her way back to the table that they nabbed earlier and smiled as she handed him his warm drink. “I got the most interesting thing I could find. A grapefruit zest and soda based cappuccino!”

“It smells great. I guess I’ll try some!” He placed the lid back on the cup before carefully taking a sip, and as usual, embracing the burn. It was a weird sensation. At first, it tasted like normal coffee. But the aftertaste was sweet and a little sour like a grapefruit. Minki’s face contorted slowly as he tasted the different flavors, ranging from enjoyment to confusion to excitement. “Well, that’s actually not bad.”

”You make it sound as if you’re an old man, which, surely isn’t the case?” Although the words were meant more as an observation, his voice still raised a little in the end to make it sound like a question. “Not with such unique dinnerware, which by the way, isn’t a bad thing.”

A small laugh pushed between Minki’s lips before he blurted out the following statement: “I’ve been an old man since I was a kid. I’ve always been to bed early and I eat early. Also, I’ve always been weak and frail like your generic elderly person. You aren’t too old yourself, are you? 27 at the oldest, I bet.”

Eiji scanned his eyes around the house, grinning as he nodded his head. “I’m impressed. Did you clean the house for me or–?” But of course, it is for someone else. The younger male picked up his cup of coffee and sipped it as he walked in, resting on the couch without invitation. “I hope you like action movies.” He uttered, placing the DVDs on the coffee table. “Anyway, I’m so happu we are going to do this. We planned this like forever! I’m so happy~” 

Upon hearing the male’s question, he nodded excitedly. “Of course, Eiji. Everything I do in this life is for my dongsaeng.” He smiled and plopped down on the couch beside him, looking over the titles. “I am too, I’m glad to see you! I haven’t seen you in so long... How is everything?” He asked the last question a little quieter than the rest as he looked the other male in the eyes. He didn’t mean to ruin the mood or even disturb it, but something was off in these fun times they’d shared together. Minki just wanted to make sure.

the heiress walked for at least thirty more minutes. her high heels had already injured the back of her ankles but she had no choice than to keep walking until she realized that she could just ask for directions. her attempt to stop the first woman she saw was unsuccessful. the expression she took as she avoided dahlia was that of disgust. it was highly probably that she looked like she was crazy. “i see…how it is…” she said then remembering a moment from a tv show she had watched, she walked inside the closest cafe, straight ahead and she approached the first person who was sitting alone then took out of her bag a pack of 50.000 won bills and placed it in front of him. “tell me where i am please.” she said with her japanese accent. her expression matched that of a lost puppy.

He looked at her for a few seconds before smiling warmly and pushing the money back towards her. “Would you like to sit down?” He continued in Japanese. It wasn’t often he’d gotten to speak it, but when he did, he liked to make the most of it. Besides, who wouldn’t help a stranger like this? She seemed very lost and probably had been through more than one strange look that day. Maybe she’d been robbed if she’d already used this approach wrong.